[Wen Ye] My boyfriend is Hong Kong black

Chapter 8 Kidnapping

When Mr. Dazai and I walked downstairs, we saw Chuya Nakahara with a cold face.

He was standing in the shade, wearing a long trench coat and black gloves.

That hat rarely left the body, and the indifferent and impatient aura it carried made the people around couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at me, pressed the brim of his hat: "Qian Ze, come here."

He didn't even owe his ex-partner a look, just looked at me.

I smiled, walked over and stood beside him.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" I asked him, a little puzzled, "Aren't you free from work during this period of time?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at me, and replied flatly but arrogantly: "You want to accompany my boyfriend, can't you go on business trips like this all the time?"

He does travel a lot.When I first joined the company, I was basically absent.

I have known Zhong Ye for a long time, and I also like him very much, so in fact, it doesn't matter, work is important.

Mr. Dazai shook his head: "What, Hong Kong...model workers also have such a passive and sabotage side."

"Mr. Sen is really miserable."

Zhong also glanced at him indifferently, and didn't care: "If you have time to talk about me, you might as well find a beautiful lady to die in love."

He sneered, and said in a very natural tone, "After all, not everyone is as lucky as me, right, black mud spirit?"

Mr. Dazai was still smiling, and waved at me: "Then I'll leave first, Qian Ze, don't forget to come and play!"

Before the low pressure in Zhongyuan, he ran away quickly.

I looked a little funny: "Zhongye, it's okay."

After explaining why Mr. Dazai and the others came here, Nakahara lowered his head.

"Tsk, it's really troublesome."

He looked at me: "Qian Ze, for the next period of time, I will take you to school for the time being."

"what?"

"The refusal is invalid. I asked the leader to approve a week's vacation."

He coughed lightly and turned his eyes away: "Is there anything you don't usually do well, I will accompany you."

I looked at him looking away, not even looking at me, and laughed dumbfounded.

I know Chuya Nakahara very well. He actually has a strong sense of responsibility, and he always feels that he has to take good care of me.

But, shouldn't we be in a relationship of taking care of each other?

"Go home first," I shrugged and said with a smile, "It's fine to send me to school, just drop me off every day."

I am not a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, I am also a big boy.

Whatever Zhongyuan wanted to do for me, I also wanted to do for him.

"Some of the public elective courses I'm taking now can take anyone at will."

I looked into those blue eyes, "If you're okay, come and listen to the class with me."

Mr. Zhongyuan and I looked at each other for a long time before snorting.

He raised his hand, pressed my head, and put us at the same height before he smiled, "Okay."

Before my senior year, I was very busy, the courses were heavy, and I never came to middle school.

He is also very busy, so technically, this is the first time he has come to take a class with me.

"I'm really not used to it." Wearing a sweater and jeans, he tore his clothes.

Surrounded by senior students, the student atmosphere is very strong.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also sitting among them, it didn't seem out of harmony, I looked sideways at him.

She took off the three-piece suit, took off her hat, and put Chu Fa's hair on her shoulders.

Nakahara Nakaya propped his jaw, looked at me loosely with his sharp blue eyes, and smiled again.

"That's enough." He intentionally came to rub my hair, "Didn't you say you need to earn credits for the lectures?"

I avoided it, but if I didn't avoid it, I just followed him.

Okay, even with my boyfriend around, I can't leave behind my studies.

I lowered my head to flip through the textbook, followed the professor's PPT to take notes, and then turned my head, and Zhong Yuanzhong was already asleep.

He worked very hard. In my impression, this was the first time he had such a long vacation.

But even if it is so hard, Mr. Nakahara Nakaya, every time he is working hard to fulfill his boyfriend's duties, I have nothing to dissatisfy.

After class, everyone in the classroom gradually left.

We sat in the back window seat, and I took out the lab report and wrote it.

Outside the window is the sound of playing basketball, and outside this teaching building is the basketball court.

My roommates like to play basketball very much, and I also play a little bit. To say it modestly, I play pretty well.

After a report was finished, there were only two of us left in the classroom.

I saw that he was soundly asleep, so I couldn't help leaning over.

"Chuya, wake up," I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Go home and sleep, I will cook tonight."

He was half asleep, opened his eyes to look at me, pulled down my neck with one hand, and kissed me skillfully.

I paused, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but I couldn't resist his unconscious strength.

It's really hard to imagine, Nakahara Chuya looks thin and straight, but he can't move with my strength.

...Classroom play, I refuse.

We watched movies, played games, and we went to several ball games together.

It is also rare to go to the video game city to fight two more duels in a leisurely manner, and finally decided to hand over all the washing dishes for this month to Zhongyuan Zhongye.

My game playing skills are a little bit better than his, and I can win a few more times.

Both Zhongye and I are interested in basketball games, and the teams we support are the same.

When the previous team played in the United States, we still wore support uniforms (the middle one was also asked to be changed by me) to cheer.

"Speaking of which, I'm about to graduate in my senior year." I checked my credits, feeling a little emotional.

"It's said that university will be exciting, but I... it's too ordinary, right?"

I'm not saying it's bad.But in the experience of my roommates, I seem to be the most honest one.

He was in a stable relationship before school started, never got drunk and lost his temper in public, and never confessed his love standing on the teaching building.

It wasn't the focus of any campus party, nor did it deviate from the norm and do anything more exciting.

Zhong also sneered: "Isn't that bad?"

"It's not bad." I said so, leaning back on his back.

He was lying on the sofa playing a game console, and I was sitting on the carpet, earning credits diligently, and writing reports according to the instructor's requirements.

"I just feel...it's really the life of an ordinary person."

I smiled, but I was already thinking in my heart when I would formally propose a marriage.

That's right, Mr. Nakahara Chuya and I haven't mentioned it, but.

I know him as he knows me.Since I want to quietly seize the initiative to propose, he must do the same.

——This is a duel.

While Japan doesn't yet support same-sex marriage laws, we're no different.

Apart from the lack of a marriage certificate, I personally feel that I have already informed my family members, and my parents are very understanding.

Then the next step, the end of my college career, ending in marriage seems like a good idea.

Chuya's one-week vacation is over, and he continues to resume his busy work.

He is very valued by his boss in the company, but he has not been on a business trip recently, and the two of us often go out for supper and chat together.

I secretly prepared the ring, of course I didn't tell him.

Mr. Dazai chatted with me not too many times, but not too often.

There are rumors about the "happiness theory" that are widely spread on campus, although we don't really believe it.

I chatted with my roommates mostly as jokes.

So when I opened my eyes and found that my original route to Ginza had to be changed, I was at a loss.

"Ah, our classmate Takahashi woke up." The voice sounded a little funny, and it was a fake tone.

I moved my hands and feet subconsciously, and was tied very tightly.

Looking up, I saw the middle-aged man wearing a clown mask smiling at me with a funny grin.

"It seems that Takahashi-san has also heard rumors about me. That's right! I am the clown who brings happiness ~ Simon."

My head was sore, cold sweat was streaming down my forehead uncontrollably, I tried to stay calm.

"I know you," I managed to calm down, "You have committed crimes around here recently, haven't you left yet?"

My original plan was to go to Ginza to pick up the ring I ordered and give it to Chuya...

It should have been unconscious when I went upstairs. At that time, it seemed that a cleaner was beside me?

"Of course I won't leave. Why should I leave? This is an excellent university, and there are a group of happy people."

The man who called himself Simon looked at me with weird and fanatical eyes, "You are not my No. [-] patient, but of course you are the most perfect."

The surroundings are very dark, like a place in a storage room, and there is no movement to be heard.

If Simon's real identity is a cleaner, then he can indeed go in and out of many places without being suspected.

I bit my tongue and didn't care about the bite, I needed to stay awake: "Why did you choose me?"

At present, I can only hope that someone will contact me. I came to Ginza alone.

Half an hour ago I was still chatting with Mr. Dazai, and 15 minutes ago I told Chuya that I had something to do at night and asked him out for dinner.

As long as someone calls the police, as long as they can call the police, we will continue.

I don't know how long I've been in a coma. If it's possible, if I can find a way to delay the time and survive...

"Takahashi-san, you are a very happy person."

Simon looked at me with a smile: "You have excellent academics, good appearance, many admirers, and a good personality."

I didn't speak, but thought over countermeasures over and over again.

Is the relationship still my problem?I'm just likable, right?

"The thing that attracts me the most is that you have a gay man and you are recognized by your family."

"It's amazing in Japan, I mean, whether it's the gay people who love you or your enlightened parents, it's really amazing."

My pupils shrank.

Simon used an exclamation-like tone: "How happy! I saw you going in and out of the jewelry store in Ginza, tell me, what do you want to do?"

The air in the room was stagnant, and I closed my eyes.

"You have observed me for so long, you should know that I am going to buy a ring."

I didn't hide much, and said in a somewhat regretful tone, "When you stopped me, I was going to pick up the finished product."

Flowers to order, restaurants, and a clichéd proposal that I worked so hard to come up with.

To keep calm and not provoke him, I also cleverly avoided some rhetoric that might make him angry.

"I now regret my previous ignorance," I sighed deliberately, "I thought you were just an ordinary murderer."

Simon the Clown is a quintessential showman, and I see it.

That is to say, as far as possible, I can try to delay the time and start talking about him as a person with supernatural powers.

The author has something to say:

It's so wonderful to be accompanied by Chuya's boyfriend to class

The kidnapper didn't know Zhongya's identity, so he was screwed, although it's a trick, but I like this plot of falling off the horse hhhh